To Make A Long Story Longer (feat. Jonwayne)

There's a time and place for everything so let me start the narrative
I think that I'm the best but I ain't here comparing arrogance
Apparently we scared and only acting insecurely
Some overcome their fear, the ones who don't the ones who worry me
I'll only make it if I do for self

It's a shame what another man will do for his wealth
A whooping from a belt probably did me good
Made me look at the rich like I'm Robin Hood

I started rapping like Rage and got Robin Good
From the Westside mobbing out to Hollywood
Once the street lights on I guess I probably should
Make my way back home, way before Platform
I was coming up quick without a pop in the mix
And I ain't talking 'bout sound, my pops and I had a split
Self-taught to be a man I learned how to behave
Cut my teeth at Venice Beach and had a few close shaves

I've been a lot of places when I stare at the map
But never been to therapy, for me that's rap

I ain't trying to say the world won't continue to spin
Just the people standing on it gonna pay for our sins
Ain't concerned with them ends, that's why I write in the cold
And I been righting all my wrongs while I write in the cold
Got the fuck out of Dodge and saw the world unfold
Origami in my palm and leave my girls untold
For real, to make a long story longer

It was ten years ago when I took my momma's laptop
Bootlegged a copy of Fruity Loops to get famous

Spent five years making bullshit

Ripping innocents like a culprit
Dipping in my memory savings, play it again Sam
Rap game rum ham
If you say different then I'll slap you with my come hand
Rookie to be master, laps of raps over a ghetto blaster
Dapper when I'm macking, fatter when I'm tracking

And she said, "Like you I'm only good as my back end"
So no slouch
Whether or not it's rain falling or no clouds
If only just to make your boy so proud
I'ma tell you when to go now, ghost ride it
My third eye ghostwrite it
I don't fight it 'cause that's when my flow's so tightest

But I been tight since hair was like Bo Bice

I was in the cut like scissors with no dykes
Winning like chicken dinners and grinning like I been sinner
Rocking that tit glitter
And if you're mad at what we're doing then you been bitter
Body forbid my heart is a martyr
Longevity my alma mater
An honor to create until I'm a goner
To make a long story longer